Illusory, layered prayers abruptly echoed in his ears. Aaron's expression became increasingly solemn. Withdrawing his gaze from the Giant Kings Court and looking back at Cavendish, he saw the historical projection shattering into spots of light, with only residual sounds lingering:
"The situation has reached its most critical moment. From here on, I will no longer be able to look after the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Appease the City of Silver and Moon City, and be ready to leave at any time. Inform The Fool and Elder Lovia of the City of Silver about what just happened..."
His consciousness returning to the Nation of Disorder, Aaron looked down coldly at the brilliant Sun that seemed to occupy the entire prayer scene. He invoked the authority of "Order" he wielded after accommodating the Uniqueness, causing the dark gold mist to condense into one three-dimensional, layered mysterious symbol after another.
They penetrated higher levels and connected to the underlying rules. While merging with the prototype of the divine kingdom, they seeped into reality, forming a majestic voice that resonated like heaven and earth across the vast southern Hornacis Mountains:
"Deprive!"
This overwhelmed all the layered and rising cries of "Praise the Sun," causing that Sun woven from blazing white and golden yellow to suddenly extinguish. The aura of the patron angel Saint Viève weakened sharply, and pale gold blood seeped from the corners of her mouth.
As she was powerless to turn into light to evade damage, swept along by the information torrent and emitting a strong aura of destruction, the blood-stained "Spear of Longinus" had already arrived silently before her.
Just before Saint Viève was about to be pierced, a man with cheeks covered in tufts of coarse black short hair appeared beside her. He instantly transformed into a mass of writhing, huddled small worms, extending transparent and slimy tentacles.
A certain concept was immediately tampered with. The concepts of "End" and "Start" anchored by the information torrent seemed to merge into one, causing the "Spear of Longinus" to retreat and advance bit by bit, repeating in a cycle like a bizarre yet ridiculous play.
Realizing the surprise attack had failed, Bernadette, having broken through the restrictions by actively collapsing the power of the "Spear of Longinus," transformed back into an information torrent. She stared coldly at the bizarre man who had taken Saint Viève to a safe distance.
Her angel-level Eyes of Mystery Prying allowed Bernadette to understand that it was a historical projection—the historical projection of the Antigonus family ancestor before he became the Half-Fool," a bizarre and terrifying Attendant of Mysteries!
Almost at the same time the "Sun" was extinguished, the illusory feathered serpent derived from the Pale Emperor characteristic spread its wings, causing feminine power to reach its peak again. The resonance of the death authority with evil spirits made its eye sockets, burning with pale flames, stare fixedly at the grim-faced Medici.
Within the Nation of Disorder, Aaron, using his true vision to peer at the battlefield, found no trace of Zaratul. He gave a cold snort; he didn't care to waste effort tracking down someone who hid in the historical fog and only acted through historical projections.
However, considering he couldn't be certain if Amon had refined the final Worm of Time characteristic into an avatar and placed it outside the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Aaron still raised his hand slightly and lit up two stars of faith.
The Sea of Mysticism, a secret island near the Abyss.
Wearing a black robe with silver trim, Nast held a gray-and-white compass in his left hand as he looked down coldly:
"Whether in the Northern Continent or the Sea of Mysticism, the entrances to the Abyss have been sealed. Even if we cannot intercept true angels, they are not places you remnants can break into."
As the deep, majestic voice that could make spiritual bodies tremble echoed, the believers of Uncertain Mist who had hidden there exploded without resistance. Their mangled flesh combined with the pale white mist, turning into a strange blood mist.
"Truth is eternal!"
The only demigod roared with bloodshot eyes, burning his spirituality to draw in the surrounding blood mist, wanting it to pour into the dark gray crystal book enshrined before him. However, he discovered in despair that his intent to sacrifice was quietly distorted and could not be terminated, tampered into being directed toward the gray-and-white compass in Nast's hand.
When everything returned to calm, Nast waved his hand to collect the remaining Beyonder characteristics. As he observed the distant entrance to the Abyss, thick dark gold mist appeared before his eyes.
The dark red light in his eyes contracted and then expanded. Nast turned toward the Northern Continent and responded respectfully:
"I obey your oracle, Great Lord of Order!"
La Cha Island, Emerald Palace.
In Bornova's azure eyes, dressed in a simple white robe, a dark gold light flashed briefly. He put down the soldier puppet made of metal parts and sighed softly, taking out a book that looked like it was carved from crystal without any surprise.
As the pages of the book flipped, a piece of history that wasn't quite real emerged, manifesting as Roselle from his time as a Knowledge Emperor.
Using the medium of the Nation of Disorder and the distortion of rules, Roselle, whose consciousness had descended, comforted with a steady smile:
"I know a bit of Aaron's thoughts. The war in the Hornacis Mountains and even the Amantha defense line is merely an attempt by the God of Combat and Eternal Blazing Sun to disperse our strength and shake the anchors of the gods. What truly decides the fate of this war is in the Astral World. All we need to do is stabilize the defense line."
"Now that the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery has not joined the war, it is even more imperative that you do not act. Leave the rest to me. The Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun and Zaratul... how nostalgic..."
As he spoke, Roselle's figure transformed into an information torrent and disappeared into the Spirit World, leaving only Bornova sitting cross-legged in meditation, maintaining the spirituality consumption of the historical projection.
Winter County, Amanda Mountains. Months of continuous warfare had soaked every inch of the land in blood, and the steaming blood mist made the fog of war permeating the area even thicker.
Varna was clad in blood-stained black armor, his thick iron-and-blood aura seemingly soaking into his soul. As a fellow Conqueror wielding a Door Pathway Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, he had traveled to the Amanda Mountains as soon as he felt Peter Einhorn I's successful advancement.
Lacking a corresponding Sealed Artifact and with his true body yet to arrive—only able to project his power through the authority of "War"—Peter Einhorn I rationally chose to retreat the front lines to avoid the brunt of the attack, waiting for reinforcements from the Church of the God of Combat to gather for the final battle.
Darkness surged around them as the Pope of Evernight Dabomachie, wearing religious robes and a triple crown, emerged from a state of concealment. Her dark eyes stared into the distance as her low voice echoed.
"We must take the initiative to attack. The Holy Cathedral is the entrance to the Goddess's divine kingdom on earth. Waiting for them to start the final battle here will greatly shake the Goddess's state!"
Varna nodded slightly with a solemn expression. Numerous metal puppets suddenly appeared behind him, instantly growing to over ten meters tall as the fog of war poured in, looking like giants forged of steel.
Unlike ordinary puppets, these were all personally refined by Bornova and imbued with the power of different Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts from various Pathways, allowing them to exert the authority of a Conqueror to the greatest extent. In this regard, Varna, having the help of an angel-level artisan, naturally held a greater advantage.